Before i Sleep

A cool 35 degrees F as I drive home from Perry after working all night.
A feat which I have no completed since the beginning of the current school semester. As a matter of fact, I haven't worked at this month until Thanksgiving, in which I worked for a measly 4 hours, which converted to 6 hours thanks to paid time and a half. Feeling extremely content with 6 hours of holiday work, I prepared to call an end to working until the end of this semester. I rationalized such thoughts by saying these actions would allow me focus entirely and solely upon achieving the highest academic marks possibly. So fulfilling these prophecies, I find myself, on Thanksgiving night, busily playing Splinter Cell on the Wii. Yes, I know Splinter Cell, my options are limited due to generosity of my brother. And by generosity I mean, due to the decision of my brother to donate his xbox, keep in mind the very same xbox which all my Morrowind files are saved upon, to his girlfriend in Valdosta. Reverting back to my original thesis, I find my melancholy self settling to play the Wii when all of the sudden I receive a phone call. Short story; it's a co-worker pleading for me to work a night shift for him. Greed hastily takes of my cerebral thought processes and I agree. The next night, I'm working an overnight shift. And I must say, I do miss working nights. I was able to work with two nurses with whom I have never conversed with or stopped to consider giving the time of day. 12 hours later, and we're best friends.So I shall be abandoning my desires to purely study because, well, I would never actually do such things. And the fact that extra money never hurts.
So after a great night at work I find myself sitting in my car as the ice is defrosted off my windshield. As I sit and watch such enticing events, I find my thoughts vacationing in the fantasy world emitting from my stereo. That is the world of Glee because I seriously play that CD every time I go for a drive. No, not because I long to experiment with the sexual lust and desires which emit from same sex relations, rather, I find myself constantly listening to my Glee CD because my unreliably, pathetic, and frankly shitty Ipod refuse to submit to awesome divine authority which is Microsoft and work. The Glee CD is the only CD I have, meaning I am too lazy to look for another, older CD to replace it. Let me reiterate, no homo whatsoever.
Finally the ice has vanquished and I can proceed home. Cautiously I might add, because due to a fateful reverse motion down the ever so pitch-black drive way belonging to a dear pretentious friend of mine, I have no tail light on the driver's side. However, all my caution was for not, because on my entire pilgrimage home I only was able to spot 5 other vehicles in transit. Such a disappointing fact was short lived as I made my way onto Carl Vinson Parkway and discovered all the road work had been completed. Yes I should of noticed these remarkable changes on my way to work, but for the fact that I take a different route to my place of employment and travel a completely different and unique path homeward. It was sensory bliss as I caravaned (lol, caravan-ed) throughout the finely polished environment. Road reflectors have finally been installed; the finishing touches of paint have been van Goghed; blemish-free sighs firmly posted within the ground. All these aspect brought great joy and comfort to my sensory cortex, resulting in an overwhelmingly pleasant relaxation pulsating throughout my body.
Arriving home I was glad to ingest my Melatonin pill and make me a quick cup of Thermaflu; expecting sleep to conquer my fatigued being. With such satisfying events I knew I must blog them. It seemed appropriate being near Thanksgiving. Indeed I am thankful for life at the moment, something I have not had the great fortune of often saying during my life. Simple as it may sound, pure happiness has eluded my battered soul for the majority of my exsistance. The future, unknown as it may, appears bright and warm. A fate which I now am aware is there for the grasping. Ataxia shall not become my destiny; I fully intended on using both hands to apprehend joy which all man crave, a joy which I now know I can generate.
Gator game at 330, I shall be awakening then to enjoy Tebow's last game at the swamp. I do hope to attend UF one day. Much like my father did. He's a pretty cool guy. Tebow that is, because my dad is great! I truly have been blessed with the perfect parents for me. Adieu til next time.

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test this morning, which I forced myself to take. I don't remember a thing which was on the test. I completed the test, and went straight home. Causing me to miss the lecture on human sexuality. The first slide for lecture was "We have 69 minutes to discuss Sexuality." I was told my instructor was wearing a penis necklace. Melissa and Mary Beth said they would take notes complete with drawings to fill me in.I scanned through the slides posted, and wow, interesting stuff. I will have to read the chapter, not that i'm extremely worried about this chapter. Oh, did I forget to mention my teach, the one lecturing on this topic, is a grandmother and Asian? Well she is, and a sex freak. It's not really as awkward as one would suspect. Just waiting for the test grades to be posted. In hindsight, I should have opted to take the test next week.

The Galaxy lost the MLS Cup to Real Salt Lake. Extreme sad face.
However it did not come as a surprise, it seems whenever I get stoaked and pumped about a soccer match, my team always comes up short. Man U is even falling behind Chelsea. Granted I know second isn;t bad, but still.

Had to break down and buy cough syrup today after taking the test. My cough and throat was becoming unbearable. I'm glad I'm able to refrain from foolish behaviors and activities concerning the syrup.
I officially despise online classes. In the fut
ure I will just submit to going to class one day a week just to avoid having to post my comments on a daily basis to receive a participation grade.

Sleep.

Portrait de l’artiste sans barbe

bleh
blah
err
ehh
ha
he
ho
hum

new morning new start.
I hate the cold and nights like last.
perhaps I can't do it on my own;
just another funeral and
just another girl left in tears.
taking revenge out on all the wrong people.
numb on the inside to all disheartening emotions;
everything you think,
burns down
everything you say.
it no longer entices me
through it's allure and
animalistic lust.
This is the high end of low:
In each relationship it's not about
love,
killing others in small amounts.
The ones that make you
come unglued.
It was never about
her,
it about the
hurt.
Such words only fall
upon van Gogh's ear,
to the point and now
I'm gone.
Fleeing another manufactured lifestyle.

The Scientist - Coldplay

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Oh tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start

Athens

The things I do to avoid completing my abundance of paperwork.
I hope nights like last do no reoccur ever again if possible.
Oh what a familiar cry of desperation.
Such an exaggerated predicament can only thrive in an environment of delusion.
A repeat circumstance, so vividly foreseen, reluctantly was averted.
Which begs the question, what meaning lies behind such statements?
Destiny guards the cards soon to be dealt.
Swine forever to wallow in slop?
Shudra, eternally neglected, disregarded?


I'd rather prefer an optimistic contour.
Contrasting colors mingling within the boundaries of a pure page.
Producing satisfying relief from constricted boundaries.
No longer looking toward a colonial tower,
Hinging subsequent moves on the appearance of lanterns.
Nor do I lust the ability of role reversal.
A situation I find undesirable.

Love behind an award winning mask.
Eyes piercing the still of night and consuming that which it views.
A complexion softer than the heart and soul which comprise it.
Tactile sensations yet to luxuriate the hypothalamus,
Tantalizing conceptions of such encounters only
Stimulate the excitement supersaturating the twilight air.

Memories warm a cooling heart.
Only to fade as light reflects off a mirror.
Allowing visibility.
Resulting in realization.
And death for a delusion.

Krispy Kreme

twas a good morning
:)

*brown

Laptop Shopping

So I really did just convince one of my best friends to buy a Mac Book.
I still am in a state of disbelief.
"Ok, so I'm torn between this sony and the Mac. just tell what to go for"
me- "hmmm, I'd go for the Mac, just get the software so you can run windows office and you shouldn't have any difficulties."
wait, what just came out of my mouth.
His big thing is customer support and the whole fact that he does have to eject the cd drive on the Mac. He wasn't big into using the computer for anything except school and music. Not for gaming (which mac is awful at) or anything special, and he was already willing to spend $800. Didn't care about graphics or being able to burn or read blue ray or any of that. So the Mac was his best option. They do have phenomenal tech support, I must admit. I had to call about my iPod, gay thing, and they were great with all of my questions. If it were me I would of bought the Sony, but I think he will be happy with the Mac, he doesn;t know any better, and what he doesn;t know won't hurt him, lol.

Time to watch the Man U match I have recorded and saved. Online classes the rest of the day and tomorrow. Constant note taking, studying, and reviewing. Finals are approaching. Dean's List is my goal.

I received my first birthday gift today. A card from Melissa and Mary Beth. Put a smile on face. Twas a good way to start the day, especially since I am not a morning person. Or a person person at that.